Azmodeous
Artisan
I had a great time and didn't see a place to share why yet, so here we are!
The bandits that stole Bjorn’s salt pouch. There were so many other items that they could have stolen that were not only worth something, but that he would have let go. But no, they had to steal the thing that brings him good luck and keeps away the bad spirits. Case in point: the very next fight Bjorn got into after his salt was stolen, he was turned into undead. Thank you to the PCs and NPCs who both unintentionally created a recurring villain and made my weekend in one go.
People mentioning assault to Bjorn and him responding with: “Assault? Oh! I know! A salt!” Followed by him immediately digging in his pouch and handing whoever it was several grains of rock salt.
Roann crying on anyone’s shoulder that would let him.
Bjorn’s reintroduction to Roann. Oh, you’re different... whatever.
Almost getting the kill order on Shin. “Do you think you can kill Shin?”
“No. But I’ll try.”
Explaining my life debt to Roann to people, especially when I knew full well that they could kill me. “I do not have anything against you, but I will do everything in my power to stop you if you attack Roann.”
Traps. Holy hell, I blew through so many this weekend!
Sorry I splattered you, Alara. That whole setup was to kill ANYONE that was after Roann with malicious intent.
Lessons on Necromancy. It provides me with so much entertainment when anyone tries to explain magic to Bjorn because none of it makes sense to him and it takes so much effort for him to even care about how it works.
“50 Massive slay!”
“Taken!”
“Taken?”
“Yep, Taken.”
“Jesus!”
I was barely alive, but smiling like a madman.
Arcane Armor. I lost 10 points of armor, but I was about 5X more survivable because I no longer had 60 lbs of armor weighing me down.
I simultaneously loved and hated being paralyzed and leaned up against a wall for the full 10 minutes. It was amusing just leaning against the wall watching packets hit all around me and being absolutely sure that I was going to die.
I got my first packet attack! Granted, I need a maximum of two packets for the whole weekend, but it still makes me happy.
The bandits that stole Bjorn’s salt pouch. There were so many other items that they could have stolen that were not only worth something, but that he would have let go. But no, they had to steal the thing that brings him good luck and keeps away the bad spirits. Case in point: the very next fight Bjorn got into after his salt was stolen, he was turned into undead. Thank you to the PCs and NPCs who both unintentionally created a recurring villain and made my weekend in one go.
People mentioning assault to Bjorn and him responding with: “Assault? Oh! I know! A salt!” Followed by him immediately digging in his pouch and handing whoever it was several grains of rock salt.
Roann crying on anyone’s shoulder that would let him.
Bjorn’s reintroduction to Roann. Oh, you’re different... whatever.
Almost getting the kill order on Shin. “Do you think you can kill Shin?”
“No. But I’ll try.”
Explaining my life debt to Roann to people, especially when I knew full well that they could kill me. “I do not have anything against you, but I will do everything in my power to stop you if you attack Roann.”
Traps. Holy hell, I blew through so many this weekend!
Sorry I splattered you, Alara. That whole setup was to kill ANYONE that was after Roann with malicious intent.
Lessons on Necromancy. It provides me with so much entertainment when anyone tries to explain magic to Bjorn because none of it makes sense to him and it takes so much effort for him to even care about how it works.
“50 Massive slay!”
“Taken!”
“Taken?”
“Yep, Taken.”
“Jesus!”
I was barely alive, but smiling like a madman.
Arcane Armor. I lost 10 points of armor, but I was about 5X more survivable because I no longer had 60 lbs of armor weighing me down.
I simultaneously loved and hated being paralyzed and leaned up against a wall for the full 10 minutes. It was amusing just leaning against the wall watching packets hit all around me and being absolutely sure that I was going to die.
I got my first packet attack! Granted, I need a maximum of two packets for the whole weekend, but it still makes me happy.